Dalton
“Mail call.” Caelin drops an envelope on the couch in my dorm.
Stepping out from the bathroom, still brushing my teeth, I walk slowly over to where he placed it. From where I stand I can see it’s pink, and I truly have no idea who might send me a damn pink letter.
Tilting my head to the side as I keep brushing, I see the familiar feminine handwriting undeniably Mandy’s. Excitement makes me gasp, causing me to swallow a mouthful of toothpaste.
“Shit,” I cough, running back to the bathroom.
Bending down, I cup my palm and get as much water as I can before rinsing my mouth out. Hurrying, I dry my hands off as best I can, running back out into the dorm.